I once had wings that soared on winds up high
Above the trees and gravity bound feet;
And intimate my soul embraced the sky
To feel the kiss of love where freedom’s sweet.

I moved and soared, on gentleness of air,
A heart that worshiped beauty as its art;
To know of substance, and in knowing share,
And be as one with rhythms of the heart.

But now I know only clay hands, clay feet,
where light is dulled to eyes of traitor's hand
where warmth of heart is shackled in concrete ...
when truer love had forced no harsh command.

Now stamped in time I survive as I must
And see my tears imbue the driest dust.